The Body is a Temple
November 1, 2233
Last night I had a dream that I ran naked through Tai’lyn city streets. Bare feet blistered and bruised, lungs aching, skin lacerated, and energy drained. The sort of run held together only by an acrid primal fear; the last run of your life. There was a twang, a terrible sucking pain in my gut, and I doubled over onto course bark. I tried to cry out, but found only strength enough to vomit deep crimson.
I awoke in the cabin with the ache of a cold metal crossbow bolt in my stomach, the taste of iron on my tongue, and the sound of an uncaring mechanical laughter fading into the darkness of the room. I laid flat on the bed for a while as the laughter faded, the pain eased into an aching hunger, and the taste of iron was replaced by the salt of a cold sweat. Goosebumps had formed on my arms and I realized that I was shivering. I pulled my blanket tightly around myself and checked the video footage from around the cabin. We were all clear, but there was no way I was sleeping after that. I decided to get ready early.
Fast forward to mid-morning. It is currently zero nine forty-nine as we all buckle ourselves into the crawler and start our journey towards the cathedral for the beginning of the celebration. Alyssa, our newcomer, drives with a terse sense of urgency and a pensive, if not dismissive, look of exacerbation at the situation as a whole. Eric is fiddling with a program on his data-slate while Matriarch looks out the window. She sometimes seems tense, sometimes excited, but for now is quietly reserved.
Kyrie on the other hand seems to be as up-beat as she is exposed. A situation that makes me want to writhe in discomfort. I know that the conservative Tai’lyn clothing that I find myself garbed in is permissible, but the idea that our medic and mechanic would be more open and willing to embrace the alien tradition than myself causes me concern. All eyes are on us when we walk into their hallowed hall. Will I be judged negatively for being less open than my compatriots? Will they think that I am vain for refusing to expose all that I am to their deity and to them? I know for a fact that we need every good bit of press that we can afford. We are already seen by many as walking heresy.
The idea of losing the shawl makes me feel ill. Exposing myself to so many goes against all that I have learned about modesty in my upbringing. Then again, the very fate of humanity on this planet is on the line. Perhaps now is not the time to worry about such pride and prudence. Although it is one step closer to my nightmare from this morning. One tick closer to midnight.
I need to hold my head up high and smile, but it is a lie. I am scared.